As George woke up from his deep, deep sleep, he saw his wife staring at him, very frustrated. She started to yell at him saying "You know what, you need to clean our room George. GEORGE! Listen to me, this place is a mess." "I know" George replied," but I'm tired, and I really don't want to do this." His room looked like a dump truck had excreted its possessions onto his floor. He had about forty empty Pepsi cans on the floor, a bag of half eaten Doritos cool ranch chips, half eaten, starting to grow mold. His room was grosser than a Hillbilly who hasn't bathed in two weeks. He got up, stepping on a bowl of rice from last night's dinner, and he went downstairs and decided to lay on the couch and eat a bowl of Luck Charms cereal. His wife got mad at him and to pull him off the couch. Upon doing so she heard a crick in her back, but still persevered to get him up to his room. "I'm not leaving until this place picked up! you hear me!? Uh-Huh, I though so! Now Get STARTED," She screamed.
She left, and he was lying on his bed. He was frustrated and took a nap, even though he had just gotten up. A few hours later, he found his wife yelling at him again. She kept on saying "CLEAN YOUR ROOM!". George just ignored her an went back to sleep.
When George woke up, he was tired of his wife constantly yelling at him to clean his room. Slowly, but surely, hie picked up each of the empty Pepsi cans, and threw them into the garbage. His wife came back again, but she was in a look of awe, because he was actually cleaning his room.
She left, knowing things would actually get done.
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